The Wicked, for super_six_one
Title: The Wicked.
Author: dragoonqueen
Recipient: super_six_one
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: bla bla bla I DON’T own them. And if I did, what ya gonna do bout it hmm? =p
Summary: For super_six_one. Martin's got a new girlfriend, and Danny's not too happy about it
You’re pretty sure she can feel the daggers you’re throwing - straight into the back of her head - with your deceivingly soft eyes. As if you care. You continue with your glowering.
How dare she just waltz into Martin’s life, snatching him from within your grasp.
You were sure you almost had him. The lingering looks were bordering on flat out staring; the brushing of fingers when files changed hands seemed to turn into sweet caresses. You had begun to live for those little moments, feeling somehow lost if you went a day without them.
And so it is with that reflection, you swivel your chair back towards the witch with her long, flowing dark hair.
Blatantly dyed, a bitter voice scoffs from somewhere dangerously close to the front of your mind. You need to be more careful if you expect to keep up this façade; Martin is under the impression you’re happy for him. You don’t even kid yourself with all the clichéd crap suggesting that if he’s happy, you certainly are. You’ve never grasped how people can talk such bullshit.
Fuck. She’s turned around and is now heading in your direction. You pray to God she will feel the waves of hate now emanating from you. Maybe then she will think twice about attempting any sort of conversation.
“Danny! Hey!”
Apparently she is as dumb as you suspected.
You watch her as she flips her hair back in what she thinks, wrongly, is an attractive fashion. You beg to differ.
“Hi, Alisianna,” you reply. You try not to snort when her name is forced past your lips. Trust Martin to choose some girl with an obscure name.
You think, albeit briefly, that maybe that is the reason you and Martin never got anywhere. Maybe Danny isn’t different enough for someone like Martin Fitzgerald, who’d been brought up with the finer things in life.
However, the thought process is abruptly cut off both by the fact you know Martin is not that shallow, and by the cackling coming from the very woman who kick-started your train of thought.
“You zoned out for about five minutes, there!”
All you can provide in response is a grunt. You’re not going to make any effort with her, not even for Martin.
Alisianna begins babbling away, taking your non-committal sound as encouragement. Her voice is grating away at any remaining thoughts inside your head. You can’t be sure how much more you can take before a migraine sets in.
You decide that the answer is a sure fired none and make your excuses as you rush off to wherever your hurried steps take you.
The men’s room seems like a sensible place to go; she cannot follow you there.
When you are safely behind the cheaply made wooden door, you regret your decision to have come in here. Martin stands facing the wide mirror which hangs above the sinks.
You consider turning around and walking straight back out of there but his eyes are locked on yours in the reflection. There is no running now.
“Hey, Danny,”
It’s almost a whisper and you can’t help but imagine how it would sound if he were to say it right next to your ear, lips ghosting over your skin.
“Hi,” you reply in an equally quiet voice. You look at yourself in the mirror, tearing your gaze away from him. You realise you have plastered your back to the door, hands glued to the frame. Shit. You bow your head to hide the embarrassment.
“I, uh, just needed out of there…you know?”
“Yeah, I know. Why do you think I’m just standing here?” Martin gives you a small smile then.
You lift your head to find Martin walking towards you. He sighs as he drops against the grey wall right next to the door.
“She’s in there.”
Your head swings in his direction. You must have been mistaken. You think you’ve finally snapped; hearing only what you want to hear. Maybe you should make sure…
“Who’s in there?” You ask him carefully, hoping it doesn’t come out as desperate as you feel.
“Her. Alisianna.”
There’s no way.
“Are you two okay?” You almost have to bite your lip in order to stop the hopeful smile etching itself on your face.
Martin turns his face towards you.
“No. Well, I know I’m not okay. That is one scary bitch out there. She won’t leave me alone! I regret the day I went to lunch with her. Probably the worst mistake of my life.”
You just stand there, watching him. Martin is cute when he gets all bitchy.
“I mean, I was only being nice to her so she would buy me coffee. I’d had a rough day, man. I needed my caffeine fix. And anyway, I don’t understand how she could think I was even remotely interested but before I knew it, we were dating! The whole department knows I’m not into the likes of her! What, did she miss the memo?!”
You can’t stop grinning as Martin relates all this to you. His cheeks had grown pink with his frustration. You can’t help but laugh a little.
“So what exactly are you into then, Martin?”
And this is just like old times. You can deal with this, especially now you know Alisianna had never really got past the frame, never mind the picture. All you need now is to take the step you should have taken earlier. You just need to find the opportunity.
“You, Danny,”
Martin, you realise, has just found it, as he leans closer.
Author: dragoonqueen
Recipient: super_six_one
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: bla bla bla I DON’T own them. And if I did, what ya gonna do bout it hmm? =p
Summary: For super_six_one. Martin's got a new girlfriend, and Danny's not too happy about it
You’re pretty sure she can feel the daggers you’re throwing - straight into the back of her head - with your deceivingly soft eyes. As if you care. You continue with your glowering.
How dare she just waltz into Martin’s life, snatching him from within your grasp.
You were sure you almost had him. The lingering looks were bordering on flat out staring; the brushing of fingers when files changed hands seemed to turn into sweet caresses. You had begun to live for those little moments, feeling somehow lost if you went a day without them.
And so it is with that reflection, you swivel your chair back towards the witch with her long, flowing dark hair.
Blatantly dyed, a bitter voice scoffs from somewhere dangerously close to the front of your mind. You need to be more careful if you expect to keep up this façade; Martin is under the impression you’re happy for him. You don’t even kid yourself with all the clichéd crap suggesting that if he’s happy, you certainly are. You’ve never grasped how people can talk such bullshit.
Fuck. She’s turned around and is now heading in your direction. You pray to God she will feel the waves of hate now emanating from you. Maybe then she will think twice about attempting any sort of conversation.
“Danny! Hey!”
Apparently she is as dumb as you suspected.
You watch her as she flips her hair back in what she thinks, wrongly, is an attractive fashion. You beg to differ.
“Hi, Alisianna,” you reply. You try not to snort when her name is forced past your lips. Trust Martin to choose some girl with an obscure name.
You think, albeit briefly, that maybe that is the reason you and Martin never got anywhere. Maybe Danny isn’t different enough for someone like Martin Fitzgerald, who’d been brought up with the finer things in life.
However, the thought process is abruptly cut off both by the fact you know Martin is not that shallow, and by the cackling coming from the very woman who kick-started your train of thought.
“You zoned out for about five minutes, there!”
All you can provide in response is a grunt. You’re not going to make any effort with her, not even for Martin.
Alisianna begins babbling away, taking your non-committal sound as encouragement. Her voice is grating away at any remaining thoughts inside your head. You can’t be sure how much more you can take before a migraine sets in.
You decide that the answer is a sure fired none and make your excuses as you rush off to wherever your hurried steps take you.
The men’s room seems like a sensible place to go; she cannot follow you there.
When you are safely behind the cheaply made wooden door, you regret your decision to have come in here. Martin stands facing the wide mirror which hangs above the sinks.
You consider turning around and walking straight back out of there but his eyes are locked on yours in the reflection. There is no running now.
“Hey, Danny,”
It’s almost a whisper and you can’t help but imagine how it would sound if he were to say it right next to your ear, lips ghosting over your skin.
“Hi,” you reply in an equally quiet voice. You look at yourself in the mirror, tearing your gaze away from him. You realise you have plastered your back to the door, hands glued to the frame. Shit. You bow your head to hide the embarrassment.
“I, uh, just needed out of there…you know?”
“Yeah, I know. Why do you think I’m just standing here?” Martin gives you a small smile then.
You lift your head to find Martin walking towards you. He sighs as he drops against the grey wall right next to the door.
“She’s in there.”
Your head swings in his direction. You must have been mistaken. You think you’ve finally snapped; hearing only what you want to hear. Maybe you should make sure…
“Who’s in there?” You ask him carefully, hoping it doesn’t come out as desperate as you feel.
“Her. Alisianna.”
There’s no way.
“Are you two okay?” You almost have to bite your lip in order to stop the hopeful smile etching itself on your face.
Martin turns his face towards you.
“No. Well, I know I’m not okay. That is one scary bitch out there. She won’t leave me alone! I regret the day I went to lunch with her. Probably the worst mistake of my life.”
You just stand there, watching him. Martin is cute when he gets all bitchy.
“I mean, I was only being nice to her so she would buy me coffee. I’d had a rough day, man. I needed my caffeine fix. And anyway, I don’t understand how she could think I was even remotely interested but before I knew it, we were dating! The whole department knows I’m not into the likes of her! What, did she miss the memo?!”
You can’t stop grinning as Martin relates all this to you. His cheeks had grown pink with his frustration. You can’t help but laugh a little.
“So what exactly are you into then, Martin?”
And this is just like old times. You can deal with this, especially now you know Alisianna had never really got past the frame, never mind the picture. All you need now is to take the step you should have taken earlier. You just need to find the opportunity.
“You, Danny,”
Martin, you realise, has just found it, as he leans closer.